“Well, should we just tell her then. If she tells, she tells, but I think she respects us a little more than that.” Shade says.
I stare at him, looking for any signs of hesitation – but if he had any, he was real good at hiding it.
“Alright, I guess we have to do this then.. but where’s my keys?” I ask, still searching the pavement looking for anything that seemed to be glimmering.
“Oh! Found them!” I exclaimed, racing Shade to the door. But of course he won – it felt weird to run in these shoes.
Rachel watches us as we make our entrance, laughing her heart out at Shade.
“Well, are we all set and ready to head to my house?” she asks.